A key to the city?

I was walking down the street one day,

In the merry, merry month of...oh, wait, it was September. Never mind.

I found this key.

I think it must be a key to the city.

I might just go down to City Hall and introduce myself to the mayor. Ask him if he needs any help running the city. I'm good at stuff like that, you know.





I'm gonna try that key as soon as I can get a boost up.

At least I got here bright and early. That'll show the mayor what a good employee I'll be.

I'm pretty sure the city doesn't allow kissing on the job.

Oh, well. I can always work part time at my other job, too.

A good sermon

I snuck into church at home today.

I like being where everybody knows your name. After the loneliness I've felt the last few days, it was good to be home for a visit.

I thought about letting Pastor Paul know I was there but decided against it. You see, I've been invited on a trip and I was afraid he wouldn't want me to go.

Maybe I'll come back home to him after this trip. We'll see. Life is just so interesting out there that it's hard to consider climbing back up on that shelf and having only Pastor Paul to talk to every day.


The sermon this morning was really good. Mr. Smith and Pastor Paul had some good things to share. I liked the new word Mr. Smith taught me. Unswervingly. Isn't that a great word? Say it with me. Unswervingly. Yeah, great word.

One thing in particular Pastor Paul said spoke to my heart. He was speaking from Hebrews 10:19-25. I like Hebrews. You can tell the author liked coffee. (He-brews, get it?)

Anyway, on my recent travels, I came across this sign. I'm not sure if I'm classified as a pet or not, but it made me feel unwelcome. When Pastor Paul spoke about Christ's death allowing us to go where we hadn't been allowed to go before, I immediately thought of this sign.

God loves us enough to send Jesus to die for our sins. When we accept him, we are allowed into direct fellowship with the God of the universe. That's really cool. No "Do not enter" or "No pets" signs. God opens his arms to us and longs for us to be close to him. It's an awesome thing when you think about it.

I enjoyed my visit home this morning. Too bad there wasn't a potluck after the service.

Feeling lonely

I've been feeling lonely the last couple days. Sure, I've had lots of people kissing me but they don't really know me or love me. In fact, some of them have been making fun of me.

Someone in the crowd will call out "You can put lipstick on a pig" and everyone else laughs. I don't understand what that means but I can tell they're laughing at me.

I miss Pastor Paul. I know he really loves me.

I stopped to visit this guy because he reminds me of Pastor Paul. Pastor Paul likes to golf so I thought this might be a friend of his.

He was quite friendly. He waved to everyone who went by but he wasn't very talkative.

I'm just a working man...er...pig

All my adventuring is starting to get expensive. I decided I'd better get a job before I ran out of money and couldn't afford to get home to Pastor Paul.

I was happy to get hired to work in this booth. The pig who was doing this job had to take a medical leave to get his chapped lips treated. He should be back in a few days so I was excited to get a chance to earn some money.

It's a great job. People come by the busload and everyone lines up just to kiss me. Yep, what a job! I feel so loved.

Coffee or water?

I'm still looking for that living water Pastor Paul told me about.

This doesn't look very promising.

Maybe I'll just stick with coffee.

Sunday with the Presbyterians

Wow, did I ever pick the right Sunday to visit the Presbyterians.

Who knew that they were partying this week? It seems they are celebrating 175 years of ministry. POTLUCK!! Snort, chew, snort. Oh, man, can those Presbyterian ladies cook! Nothing quite as good as Mrs. Sanford's cinnamon rolls but lots of tasty stuff just the same.

Sorry I missed out on the Chinese buffet, Pastor Sarah, but I just could not pass up the potluck.

Oh, and Pastor Paul, I got your comment about taking sermon notes after the service was already over. I don't remember much about the sermon now because I found the potluck smells quite distracting. Something about forgiving others as Christ forgives you. I'll try to listen better next time.

The service was nice, the potluck was wonderful. Plenty to eat, nice ladies who served me and kept my coffee cup full. My only problem was the broccoli salad that appeared to have *bacon* in it.

I forgive them, Lord, I forgive them.

Lots of questions

Ohh, I can hardly wait! It is almost time for the Presbyterians to get here.

Do you think they'll have a good worship team?

How do you think the sermon will be?

Does the minister preach in English or Latin? Iay owknay igpay atinlay osay itsay onay oblempray ifay itsay isay inay atinlay.

I already know the people are friendly so I don't have to worry about that.

Do you think they'll have cookies to go with their coffee?

Saturday Night Bath Time

It's time for my Saturday night bath. I don't want to track mud into the Presbyterian church tomorrow morning so no skipping bath time tonight.

I was so excited to find soap made especially for me! The sign says it lasts up to a year. That is going to make my life even simpler, not having to bathe all the time. I don't think Pastor Paul is aware that such a great product is available. He certainly never got any for me anyhow.

I love that "Got Dirt?" That is so perfect for me. It says "Go Hogwild", too. Wow, that's just what I've been doing these last couple weeks.

It seems it is a perfect soap for goats, too. See on the sign where it says it is for mechanics, gardeners, and kids? I'll be sure to share some if I come across any dirty young goats.

Just think. Tomorrow when I wake up and smell the coffee, it will be at the Presbyterian church. I can't wait. Those ladies are so nice.

Isn't it wonderful how God meets my every need? The perfect soap, just in time for Saturday night.

I wanna be a biker

Look what I found. Blue is one of my favorite colors.

I'm having a hard time staying on the seat and steering at the same time.

It's a little tough to reach the pedals, too.

Think of the time I can save over hoofing it if I can just work out the solutions to those problems. And I'll be so in shape, too. No more people thinking I'm pudgy. It's all good.

Maybe, when I get home, Ed and Cyndi will take me for a ride on their bikes. I think a HOG is the best kind of bike there is.

Do you think Pastor Paul will let me go for a ride with them if I wear a helmet?

I Like Coffee!

Pastor Paul has never given me coffee. He's always drinking Diet Pepsi or bottles of water so sometimes I sneak a sip when he's not looking. But there's never been any coffee to snitch.

I've been thirsty for days now, if you recall.

I think these kind ladies might be Presbyterian. I met them near the Presbyterian church and they gave me a latte. (That's a fancy kind of coffee that is snorting good!)

Those Presbyterians are so kind hearted. Taking pity on a poor, thirsty pig and giving me not just a plain, black, murky cofffee but a latte. Ahhh.......

I can't wait to see what their coffee hour is like on Sunday.

I need your vote!

Aha! Those Rotarians can't trick me!

I found out the real times for the Presbyterian services.

Now, let's see. Do I want to go to the early service or the late service? Which one is more likely to have singles to mingle with?

Pastor Paul won't mind if I miss another Sunday at our church, will he?

How about you all leave me a comment and vote for which service I should attend this Sunday. See down below where it says *comments*? Click on that and let me know what you think.

Or you can email me at Pacothepig @ gmail.com Leave out the extra spaces.

Keep those cards and letters coming, folks.

I feel like singing

Oh, what a beautiful morning.

Oh, what a beautiful day.

I've got a beautiful feeling,

Everythings going my way.

There. Now you can have that song running through your head for the rest of the day, too.

Aren't you glad it quit raining? I am. It makes my traveling much easier. I don't like when my hooves get bogged down with mud. Although I do like to roll around in mud sometimes. I am a pig, after all.

Thank you, God, for the beautiful sunshine today. I hope it brightens Pastor Paul's day and helps him not to miss me so much.

So thirsty

Snort. Grunt. Groan.

I need a little help here.

I am so thirsty but I can't move this handle.

Snort. Grunt. Groan.














I'm gonna wait here. Surely a Samaritan woman will happen by here soon.

Or maybe one of those nice Presbyterians.

I miss you, Pastor Paul!

Westward Ho!

Or is it east I was wanting to go?

Will my Kiwanis friends

ever speak to me again?

I really wanted to see how the Presbyterians live so I went there today.

Silly me. I thought they had church on Tuesday and that the Rotary club was kind enough to advertise their church services for them.

I still don't know what a Presbyterian is or how they worship. Maybe Pastor Paul will explain the finer points of their faith to me when I get back home.

I think I found

the Liberty Bell. Pastor Paul would never take me to see it but now I found it on my own.

What's that you say? The Liberty Bell has a crack? A symbol of our nation's freedom is broken?

I think this should be the new Liberty Bell. It isn't broken.

Waiting for the Samaritan Woman

Pastor Paul tells me Bible stories sometimes.

Once he told me about a Samaritan woman who met Jesus at a well. He asked her for a drink. I don't remember everything that happened after that. I think Jesus wrote in the dirt in that story too. Or maybe I'm remembering a part of one of his stories from Port Huron.

I'm hoping she comes by this well so I can ask her to get me a drink. I don't want to get my hooves wet.

When I get home, I'm gonna ask Pastor Paul to tell me that story again.

Hog Heaven Bed & Breakfast

I thought with a name like "Hog Heaven" that I had found the perfect place to rest and relax for a night or two.

I was wrong.

Who knew that the people who ran the place were barbarians? I joined them for breakfast only to find a distant relative of mine being served.

I squealed and headed for the hills.